Last night was spent with my oldest school pals who came from near and far to swoop me up and put me in Le Squirrelle (have to keep Alveley’s image up). Was fed crisps, chocolates and Champagne (thank you to a very generous StJohn). As if nothing had happened we sat and laughed all night about the usual things – school and how old we really can’t be; yet. Masses of relentless support (keep texting) and they know me well; massive breath of fresh air. I left my ‘unswerving’ Harry at the helm with a thermometer, baby monitor and pizza. Sorry but all my cooking skills are reserved for the patient. We are on standby for an unplanned trip to the hospital at any time but we are ready for anything and will continue to be COME WHAT MAY.
Nick Armstrong, Rector of Alveley (Nic the Vic in our house) came to our riding stables today to return Smokey the nativity pony after a trip round the village doing Xmas duties and took a photo which appears to show us at the bottom of a rainbow. There is no pot of gold but there is hope for Daisy!